The Tiger in the Sky

A few lines about sky from this morning

The Tiger in the Sky

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Tried not to rush white knitted hour

Admire the budding rose

As tensions ran and tempers soured

My eyes upturned the vase

For sunrises are tea leaves

I always make some random picture

The dreaded Tiger Sky encroached

My soul absorbed her torture

She writhes and sponges pudding wounds

With dabs of mauve and grey

Cries and stains old bandages

Bleeds ruby life away

I make a cage for her with fence

As if to pen her sorrow

Shake off my mood with common sense

I will see something else tomorrow